Sep
11
2020

nineteen years later
that’s what we call it
not nine eleven oh one
not September 11, 2001
just
nine eleven
two words
three digits
two towers
four planes
thousands
of
mothers
fathers
daughters
sons
sisters
brothers
wives
husbands
aunts
uncles
girlfriends
boyfriends
not statistics
falling
from
the
sky
not dates
or where were you’s
just whole hearts
in odd numbers
each one
the only necessary
evidence
of love
::
.
.
I wrote this for the 10-year anniversary
of this tragic, horrid event.
I am re-posting it again today, in honor of all those hearts.
Never forget.
.
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Jun
18
2020

i refuse to say
hang in my heart
on bits
of knotted thread
and wrinkled ribbon
swaying
in a barely moving breeze
wrought
from distilled smile
and cornered
memory
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Jun
5
2020

i think about words and the way we use them
sometimes as weapons
sometimes as shields
sometimes to unite
sometimes to divide
i think about unjustness and all the times
i fought the status quo
all the times
people around me rolled their eyes
because i wouldn’t stop couldn’t stop didn’t stop
saying
this is wrong
this is wrong
this is wrong
and now i’m silent
perhaps i’m listening
or exhausted
or a little bit broken
or thinking about the times
when i said
nothing
i rage inside but the words hesitate
just
on the edge
of my crone woman
tongue
as if gathered in their own lone protest
we will not go into the world for you
no one’s listening
it will not make a difference
no one’s listening
all the words have been spoken
no one’s listening
and besides
you must act
you must act
you must act
perhaps this is why
i can’t sit still
or hear my own heart beating
marching alone
through miles of anger
getting nowhere
soaked through with
cold hard injustice
pounding down around me
stepping over puddles
filled with lies
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May
23
2020

the super sweet blueberries dropped into oatmeal
the smell of lilacs, just outside an open window
a new loaf of bread popped in the oven
a robin, a cardinal, a chickadee
a messy house, a messy garden, a messy life
in need of sorting, cleaning, scrubbing, tending
waiting to be torn from disarray
and pasted back in perfect place
as i sit here
contemplating nothing
sipping tea
and mostly,
smiling
.
.
.
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May
21
2020

there are leaves on the trees again
and the crabapple is blooming
the robin sings me awake
and then puts the sun to bed with
a story that has no words
and a song that carries sky
there’s a starling
trapped in the chimney
scratching code
in night-blind terror
and i cannot tell you
how much
i need
to listen
.
.
. . .
.
(p.s. i rescued the starling)
.
.
.
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Apr
30
2020
.
quickly now
tell me what you love
who you miss
how you
survive
if the rain makes you weep
if the stars make you shiver
if the ocean brings you to your knees
quickly now
show me the heart
that’s fallen from your sleeve
read me your mind
from the book of deep night
tell me the story that races
through the tunnels
of your soul
quickly now
.
. . . . .
.
here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.
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Apr
29
2020
.
the changeling
post-mortem
and i’m still standing
here
in front of
scarcity
just the way
i did
when you
were
more
.
. . . . .
.
here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.
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Apr
28
2020
.
ample
what is enough
when you have no pantry
no cupboard
no shelf?
what is too much
when you have
empty rooms?
.
. . . . .
.
here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.
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Apr
27
2020
.
if you need to bleed
let it go
if you need to weep
if you need a river
if you need to wail
if you need to shiver
let it go
if you need deep silence
the despair of solitude
if you need to repent
or the bliss of belief
let it go
if you need to laugh
if you need a mountain
if you need to howl
if you need a fountain
let it go
if you need to bleed
let it go
.
. . . . .
.
here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.
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Apr
26
2020
.
remnant
from the upstairs window
a glint of light in the back field
driftwood?
i thought
as I walked back
to discover
a large pair of wings
white
with some grey
but mostly:
empty
silent
pristine
.
. . . . .
.
here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.
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